Hey guys!

I really REALLY wanted to get this out earlier,but I've had a terribleweek,so bare with me.

Loved that you guys liked the last chapter so much. I am back in school, unfortunately, so that's why I haven't updated in so long,and for that,I'M SO SORRY. Just to warn you,I probably will only be able to update during the weekends,though I'll definitely try during the week. I just wish I could skip over freshman year. And sophomore year. And junior and senior year.

Enjoy :)

(Disclaimer- I don't own TWD or its characters,just Riley)

Carl' s POV

Shouldn't they be back right now? No,they probably just stopped to scout a store or something. No,wait,that's stupid ...

Carl paced the watch tower,occasionally looking over the horizon to see if any cars were heading his way. So far,nothing.

He knew he was acting foolish. He should be taking care of the people that he was left to care for,and he was,before. Before a terrible creeped it's way up his spine,cold as ice,chilling him to the bone.

Now,here he was,pacing the tower in the middle of the night like an

He looked up once again to the barely visible road,again being empty of any cars.

I should go back, he thought. What if Judith needs me?

He turned towards the door,his hand griping the handle when another thought went though his head.

What if someone is dead?

He immediately thought of Riley,a horrible image flashing through his mind. It was of the girl,laying in a pool of blood,her mouth agape. Her once-sparkling eyes now looked up lifelessly,the platinum dulled dramatically to a near white.

It was horrible,and he tried desperately to shake the thought away. It disappeared,and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the image flashed once more,Riley now standing and reaching for him. But her eyes were still dead,growls escaping her lips.

So the night went on that way. He'd think about leaving,then a horrible image of Riley or his father would make an appearance,an he'd be drawn back into a very dark place till he could shake it off.

What's going on? I wish I knew...

Riley's POV

Blackness. Once again,all Riley saw was blackness.

Pain throbbed from the back of her skull,the only thing assuring her she was still alive,or at least for the moment. Two serious head injuries within so close of each other couldn't be good.

Images began running through her mind. They were slow and cloudy at first,but after awhile they cleared up,speeding at an alarming rate.

Her dead mother. Her house going up into flames. On the road for those first few months,her father slowly getting more and more erratic. Being pulled out of their safe house by her father. Finding her father's carcass the next day. Running. Running,running,running.

The images turned brighter,almost brilliant. Meeting Carl and Daryl for the first time. Thanking Daryl,earning her her first smile from him. Joking with Carl as they ate lunch. Running through the tombs,seeing poor T-Dog being eaten alive. Hiding out for days,believing she was dead. Finding Carl,being knocked out before he could control himself. Telling the same boy about her past. Kissing him on the cheek in gratitude.

She missed Carl.

Was he okay? Was anyone okay? Did Rick get Glenn and Maggie out in time? What about Michonne? Daryl?

Michael?

Wake up,Riley.

The voice was faraway,but it was there. She tried to focus on it,hoping it was possibly the same face she woke up to last time.

"Wake up,"they said,gaining volume. "I know you want to."

She opened her eyes,her lids protesting. She found she was in a dark,musty room,a table set on front of her. She was tied to a chair,her hands already suffering from rope burn.

A man smiled at her from across the table,the same smile she had blacked out to.

"Dad?"

Her father's smile grew,if that was even possible.

"Riley," he says warmly. "I can't believe your here,honey. It's so good to see you."

He talked to her like they were he was picking her up from school,not like she was half-conscious and tied to a chair in dark,creepy room. Not to mention the fact that he was supposed to be dead,and she was apart of some 'terrorist' attack.

"Dad," she tries to wriggle from her binds,only turning out to be useless. "Why am I tied up? How are you alive? Where's Daryl? Michael?"

"Daryl?" The man leans back into his chair,rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Why do you care about this Daryl? He attacked us."

"You took our people!" She exclaimed. "We had no choice! And I had no idea you were here. I didn't even know you were alive!"

"Did you really think a few biters could knock me down?" He asked,his eyes boring into hers.

"But I saw your body! Walkers were making a buffet of what was left of you!"

"But,did you see my face?" He asked simply.

She stared at him. "Not really,I guess. It was caved in and munched on. But there were your clothes and-"

"And what?" His dark eyes were critical.

"And.." She trailed off,her eyes meeting his. Her next words were soft. "And...you'd never leave me behind. Never."

He smirked,her heart dropping into her stomach. "Never?" He looks ready to laugh. "You really thought I would never leave you? After what you did?"

Her eyes widened. "What did I do?"

She couldn't believe this. Her own father,striking her out alone in the middle of the apocalypse? It was crazy.

Her father laughed then. It was cold,hardened by rage,sending shivers up her spine.

" 'What did I do' she asks!" He chuckled. He looked at her then,his eyes so cold she wanted to run and hide. His voice came out in a growl. "You must really be stupid to not realize what you did to me. To Michael."

She fought against the ropes once more,desperation kicking in. "I didn't do anything Dad! Neither to you or Michael!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME,YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed suddenly,flipping the table over to the side. It hit the wall with a loud 'crack!'. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID,SO DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME ABOUT IT!"

"Dad!" She was absolutely terrified. This man in front of her was not her father. He was some psycho that was bent on killing her. She tried to back up in some way,but he was on her in a second.

He grabbed her arm,pulling it toward him. The muscles twisted painfully from the awkward position,causing her to grimace. Her father laughed.

"Am I hurting you?" He growls. She only looked at him blankly,wiping her face clear of any emotion. He didn't like that. He opened his mouth to yell at her again when she cut him off,her tone cold.

"Why?" She asks,still staring at him blankly,despite the pain in her arm and head.

He sneered. His voice was low and cold. "You know why. I know you do."

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "I don't. I really don't know,Dad."

He stared at her then,seeming to soak in her words. She didn't dare move,afraid of what he might do. Her heart was in her throat,her body nearly shaking with terror. But she remained still all the same. Her father closed his eyes,squaring his jaw.

"You don't know?" he whispered.

She shook her head. "No,Dad,I don't. I'm sor-"

The grip on her arm tightened suddenly,and then she was thrown off her feet,hitting the wall with a loud crack!

Riley laid against the cold concrete floor,unable to move. The pain and terror had her in a deadly vice grip,curling her into a fetal position.

"YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER,GOD DAMN IT!" Her father roared. His footsteps sounded her way,but she didn't open her eyes.

Riley wanted to go home. To Carl and Daryl and Rick and all the rest of them. She wanted to hold Lil Ass Kicker one more time,hug Daryl till he finally hugged her back,make fun of Glenn and Maggie when they arrive late from their watch duty. She wanted to see Carl. She wanted to tell him how much she cared about him and how he was the greatest guy she had ever met. She wanted to have Michael there with her,like he always should of been. She didn't want to die in this room,beat to death by her own father.

She wasn't going to let that happen.

"YOU KILLED HER!" Her father continued to scream. "MY WIFE,YOUR OWN MOTHER! YOU KILLED HER!"

Riley opened her eyes,looking up to see the man reaching down to grab her again,his face full of murderous rage. The second he touched her,her forehead connected with his eye. He howled,stumbling back to nurse his new wound.

She stood up,her knees incredibly weak,but she stood.

Her father looked at her,removing his hands from his eye. There was a cut along his eyelid,and a ugly bruise was forming,but he sneered at her.

"You got guts,kid," he admitted,taking a step forward. "I'll give you that. But do really think you can knock me down? Look at you,all tied up and wobbly kneed! It's pathetic. What kind of-"

She lunged forward then,doing the first thing that came to her mind.

Riley kicked her father in the balls.

She jumped back as he hunched over in pain,another howl escaping his lips.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed,looking up at her from his hunched position. Riley couldn't help but notice,with blood streaming from the wound of his eyes,his knees pulled together in pain,how utterly pathetic he looked.

She couldn't help but smile.

"You bitch," her father hissed,and at that second,the door opened.

Two guards looked at the scene with shock,clearly not expecting a full-grown man to me nursing his bruised balls while his tied up daughter smirked at him.

"Will," the first guard ran over to the wounded man,the second guard standing in the doorway with a gun,eyeing her suspiciously. "Man,are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" He hissed,pushing the guard away. He stood up,his eyes locking on her murderously.

"The Governor is rallying up the town now," the other man says. "They want blood. He called for her. We're here to take her unless-"

"No," Her father hissed. "Take her. I never want to see this ungrateful bitch again."

With that,he stormed out of the room,not a glance over his shoulder as the remaining men put a bag over his daughters head.

Riley got the message.

Your nothing to me.

Good, she thought as she was led into the unknown. I never wanted to be anything in the first place.